In the enchanting village of Silver Hollow, nestled between majestic mountains and dense forests, a timeless tale of love and transformation unfolds. Liam, a kind-hearted blacksmith, harbors a dark secret-he is cursed to transform into a werewolf under the full moon. Struggling with his dual identity, he finds solace in the woods, where he encounters Clara, a spirited artist drawn to the beauty of nature.
The village of Silver Hollow lay nestled in a valley, surrounded by towering mountains that kissed the sky. As dusk fell, a gentle mist rolled in, shrouding the cobblestone paths and quaint cottages in an ethereal glow. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, a reminder of the forest that loomed just beyond the village's edge. Liam stood at his forge, the rhythmic clang of metal against metal echoing through the night. The fire crackled, casting flickering shadows across the workshop.
He worked mechanically, his mind elsewhere, lost in thoughts of the forest and the weight of the secret he carried. Each full moon brought with it a transformation he both dreaded and craved-a release and a curse wrapped into one. As the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, Liam felt the familiar tug in his chest. It was time. He finished his work, extinguished the forge's fire, and stepped outside. The moon hung low and full, casting a silvery light over the village. He inhaled deeply, the cool night air filling his lungs, and made his way toward the woods, the call of the wild beckoning him. The forest was alive with sounds-the rustle of leaves, the distant hoot of an owl, and the whisper of the wind. Here, he felt both at home and utterly alone. He walked deeper into the woods, the path winding beneath his feet, until he reached a clearing bathed in moonlight. It was his sanctuary, a place where he could shed his burdens and become the wolf. With every full moon, the transition began. He could feel the energy coursing through him, the primal instinct rising to the surface. Liam surrendered to the change, his body morphing as the pain and pleasure of transformation enveloped him. In moments, he stood on four powerful legs, the world around him enhanced by heightened senses. He howled, a deep, resonant sound that echoed through the forest, a call to the night. It was a sound of freedom, a voice that belonged to a creature of the wild. But within that howl was a hint of loneliness-a longing for connection that he could never quite grasp. As he roamed the forest, he felt the thrill of being untamed, yet the emptiness gnawed at him. Despite the beauty of the night, he yearned for companionship, for someone who could see beyond the wolf and into his heart. He was a guardian of the woods, but he was also a man trapped in a cycle of solitude. Suddenly, his keen ears caught a sound-a soft, melodic laughter drifting through the trees. Intrigued, he followed the sound, moving silently through the underbrush. As he approached, the laughter grew louder, and he peeked through the foliage to see a figure illuminated by the moonlight. A young woman stood in the clearing, her long hair cascading down her back, twirling amidst a sea of wildflowers. She was painting, her canvas capturing the beauty of the night. Liam watched, entranced by her grace and the joy radiating from her. He had never seen anyone like her. She seemed untouched by the world's darkness, a beacon of light in the shadows. As she danced, her laughter filled the air, wrapping around him like a warm embrace. For the first time in a long while, he felt a flicker of hope. But just as he began to step forward, she turned, her eyes widening in surprise as she caught sight of him. For a heartbeat, time stood still. Would she scream? Would she run? The fear of rejection surged within him. Instead, she smiled, her expression shifting from surprise to wonder. "You're beautiful," she whispered, mistaking him for a magnificent wolf. In that moment, Liam's heart raced. He felt a connection unlike any he had ever experienced. She didn't see a monster; she saw a creature of beauty. Compelled by an instinct he couldn't understand, he stepped into the clearing, allowing her to see him fully. As they locked eyes, a bond was formed-fragile, yet powerful. Little did they know, this night would change the course of their lives forever.
In the remote village of Elden Hollow, nestled between ancient woods and misty mountains, the air was thick with secrets. For centuries, two clans had waged a silent war: the werewolves, fierce protectors of the land, and the vampires, cunning manipulators of shadows. Each full moon, the tension escalated, leading to skirmishes that left the woods stained with blood.
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.